Hesta stared silently at Sean's angry face.
"You know," she said softly, "not long ago, someone told me that anger is the only spear a person has in this world, because it is rough, ugly, and sharp, so when you are threatened, weakened, and humiliated Sometimes, it will jump out desperately and ask you to resist.
"Want to resist, Sean?"
Hesta grabbed Sean's head and slammed it against the wall.
"I have been chewing on this feeling every day during this period, every day."
A low painful gasp came from Sean's throat, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth again. However, even so, he still turned his head with difficulty and stared at Hesta's eyes with hatred, refusing to relax for a moment.
"You...you wait..."
Hesta laughed.
"It is said that when a person is angry, he is often the most powerful. Do you think so?"
Hesta's voice was indifferent. She didn't expect Sean's answer to every question she asked. After a moment of contemplation, she continued talking to herself.
"But then I thought about it, when a person is the most angry, it seems that it is also the time when he is the most fearful. Just like if you take away a hungry man's last ration - he depends on this to survive, if this dependence is taken away casually , how does he live?
"So, he will use the greatest anger to warn every plunderer, 'Don't even think about getting close to me, because I will defend it at all costs.'
"Anger is the armor, fear is the core, don't you think?"
Hesta raised her chin slightly and smiled.
"Tell me, Sean, when I say these words, what are you angry about? What are you afraid of? Why do you target me and make things difficult for me... What do you see in me?"
Sean's breathing became rapid, he frowned, and subconsciously turned his gaze elsewhere - Hesta's gaze, expression, and words were all like sharp scalpels, stabbing at his heart precisely. It stirred, making him confused and heartbroken.
Sean felt that his mind was in chaos and he was breathing heavily, but in the face of Hesta's questioning, he couldn't say a word.
In the silence, Hesta's expression suddenly became slightly condensed, and she stretched out her hand towards Sean's face.
"Ha...are you crying?"
She gently scraped the tears from Sean's cheeks - the fresh tears were even warm.
Sean was startled and turned his head away even more embarrassedly.
Hesta snorted and threw her tears and blood on the ground. She stood up and kicked Sean over, who was leaning against the wall. He rolled half a circle and fell to the ground.
"Disgusting." Hesta said coldly.
Sean's golden eyes slowly turned to the side of Hesta's ankle.
"Why don't you... shoot now..."
"Stop dictating to me." Hesta whispered, "I'm different from you, Sean. I've never had a human life on my hands. Do you know why? These dirty and dangerous things have never happened. People are willing to let me do it. If I kill you, Liz will be sad - sad for me, you know?"
Hesta stepped on the back of Sean's neck and crushed him to the ground again.
Sean sobbed uncontrollably. He didn't know why he was crying. He didn't want to cry, especially not in front of Hesta at this time.
Hesta looked at the time. Just 7 minutes and 53 seconds had passed since Sean fell out of bullet time.
"Do you remember that I warned you last time? I told you not to trouble me again, but you didn't listen." Hesta said coldly, "I'm waiting for you to come over again. Sean, I will deal with you." There are ways."
Hesta took out a pack of tissues from her pocket and smashed it into Sean's face.
"Chew the cud slowly."
…
The next thing to do is simple - the partition door has been lowered, and there is no way to go back to the hospital headquarters for the time being. She needs to go to the emergency shelter on this floor.
Chiba said she wanted to come over because she had something important to say in person.
Hesta lowered her head and sent a message to Chiba, "It's over here."
It was only then that Hesta's steps slowed down, and her hands trembled slightly.
She felt as if there was a ball of fire burning freely in her heart. With a cruel and violent momentum, they were like living elves, clearing away the haze that had accumulated in her heart these days in one breath.
After entering the base, she had several experiences that she had never had before, but none of them were as impressive as what she encountered today.
All the emotions she had expected seemed pale and dry in front of her current state of mind - the sweetness and pleasure of revenge, no one who has never experienced it can imagine it.
Hesta's breathing became deep and slow, and she felt her eyes heat up again.
It was really strange, all the emotions in the world, whether they were happiness, sadness, shame, anger... seemed to end in tears when they reached the extreme, but until this moment, these tears really made her feel light.
For the first time today, she felt her own power, a strong, sharp and majestic power. They surged in her heart, as if shouting - as long as you clench your fists, you can survive.
You can live well.
Hesta's steps became faster and faster, and she ran along the way she came, like a brisk swallow.
However, when he was about to approach the emergency refuge, Hesta suddenly heard some strange noises, which seemed to be the sound of chains colliding.
There was a faint smell of blood in the air.
Hesta stopped.
She was standing in the corridor, the shelter was at the end of the road, in the room to the right. Its door appears to be open.
...something is slowly crawling out from inside
Hesta frowned and took a step back.
First a hand stained with blood came out, then the head and shoulders...
Hesta recognized the person in front of her. She was shocked and stepped forward quickly, "Tulan? Why are you-"
"do not come!"
After recognizing the person as Hesta, Turan suddenly let out a heart-rending scream.
The choked state made it difficult for her to speak. She trembled and said a few silent sorry words, and used her last strength to cry to Hesta.
"Run away...run away...Jane..."
There were footsteps in the escape room, and Turan's whole body was suddenly dragged backwards. She desperately grabbed the door frame, and her sobs turned into indistinct murmurs.
However, the next moment she was dragged into the room, leaving only a blood mark on the ground, and Turan's crying stopped abruptly.
It all happened so quickly, and when Hesta realized what had happened, she had already seen a pair of red hands as thick as pincers stretching out from the door.
Then, a man wearing dark blue prison clothes appeared.
He was holding an unshackled chain in his hand, and his clothes were splattered with dark blood.
The moment he stepped onto the corridor floor, the lights in the entire corridor instantly turned dark red, and a harsh alarm sounded. It warned everyone three times per second—
In the underground base, chelates were found.
